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kusagrasskusa · 4 years ago

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Orochimaru X Innocent! Reader - "Flower Crown"

This is sorta based off a story written by @marvelmymarvel called Not Wanted. It's adorable to see how attached Y/N is so Oro in the beginning, so I had to--

WARNING: Wattpad level writing :")

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"Hmpf!" The girl crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks at the thought of her big brother leaving her. Jiraya snickered at his little sister's adorable face and booped her nose with one hand, the other hand carrying a bag of his clothes and other needs. "Can I at least walk you to the place? I wanna meet the people you'll be staying with."

"You just wanna see if there's a girl on the team, don'tcha?" The 15 year old boy teased, making his little sister whimper cutely. Despite how childish she is, she's actually 14 years old. Yeah she's immature but she isn't stupid or helpless.

"I can't let you get a girlfriend, y'know!" Y/N barked back softly, blushing a little from embarrassment. Jiraya sighed and ruffled Y/N's hair with a caring look.

"I may trade you a lot, but I wouldn't dare hurt you. You don't gotta worry about some woman taken away your big bro's attention." Y/N eased her nerves, nodding. Jiraya smiled sweetly at her and extended his hand for her to take, then walked his way to the waiting post where his sensei and group is.

Jiraya was sure to impress his sister on the walk there, by the way. "And then this huge toad appeared right from under me! It told me I was the best toad summoner it's ever seen. Hell, my sensei and teammates even agreed that I was the best on their team, surpassing even some of greatest ninjas in history." Y/N giggled, nodding her head in agreement with him while thinking in the back of her head, what a lier.

"That's not how I remember it." The two siblings stopped and look ahead, noticing a pair of kids around Jiraya's age standing there. "Actually, didn't a tadpole appear over snd over again? Then sensei insulted you while we laughed?" A girl with blonde hair and a mischievous smirk on her face asked, making Jiraya's face turn red.

"Hey! Don't lie in front of my little sister!" Jiraya hissed, making Y/N giggled. Tsunade looked at the little girl besides him, raiding a brow. The girl looked so soft and sweet, and she was related to a complete idiot?

"Big brother, I know you're lying. You don't need to hide it," Y/N spoke in a sweet little voice that made Tsunade's voice melt.

The blonde appeared in front of Y/N instantly, talking over Jiraya's embarrassed yelling. "Woah, aren't you a cute girl! I'm Tsunade, what's your name?" Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as she examined the blonde.

"I'm Y/N. Are you big brother's girlfriend?" She asked, cocking her head. Tsunade made a face of pure disgust, replying with a hell no. Jiraya, who was now complaining about being ignored, was now complaining about how he wasn't that bad. Tsunade rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the embarrassed Jiraya.

The other person who was waiting by the bridge kept his yellow eyes locked with Y/N's E/C eyes. A light pink spread across her features as she stared at the pale man with a curious look on his face. Ignoring the two yelling people besides her, Y/N walked over to the pale man and bowed her head. "Who might you be?"

"I am Orochimaru. How old are you?" The raven asked back, bowing his head back.

Y/N raised her head and replied, "I'm 14. I'm assuming you're... 15?" The pale boy nodded his head, examining the smaller girl head from toe. Y/N felt nervous under the eye of the boy, but not because she was scared of him. No, she found him attractive; she was the kind of person to find many guys attractive you see.

"You're kimono. I have the same type," the boy spoke again. "However, the flower design is different. It's a pretty feature that suits you well." Y/N smiled at him softly, staring at her feet as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. As she opened her mouth to thank him, he began to walk away from the bridge they were stationed on. He sat down on a patch of flowers and motioned for her to take a seat by him. Hesitantly, Y/N rushed by his side and sat down.

"Your kimono is nice as well. It suits you a lot," she replied as she watched Orochimaru pull a few flowers from the flower bed and tie then together.

"I don't don't understand why you have to make everything so serious all the time! Can't I just have fun and make my sister proud!"

"It's difficult when you're lying to her you idiot! You're gonna corrupt her with your stupidity!"

The two friends argued profusely as Orochimaru and Y/N spoke sweetly to each other in the grass. Y/N now knew that her brother sure as hell wouldn't have a girlfriend anytime soon, so she didn't really worry about Tsunade anymore. Her focus was on the taller man who tightly put a bunch of golden flowers together tied.

"You know, you're not like your brother. You seem like you're quiet, aware of your surroundings, and concerned. I like that about a person," Orochimaru spoke as he put a few more flowers into his flower crown. He was swift in his movements, managing to finish the crown in the five minutes that it took before Tsunade and Jiraya to argue then shush.

"Thank you. You're difficult from most people I've seen too; apparently you prefer solitude and are an amazing fighter by yourself, according to rumor," Y/N explained, her face remaining heated up.

"Indeed I prefer solitude, however I could be better at fighting alone. It's like what I do is never enough."

"Well, I mean, it's good to take a break in order to come back stronger, right? That's what big brother tells me," Y/N explained, watching Orochimaru put in the last few flowers. Just when he finished, he looked over the smaller girl and smiled. Y/N's face reddened when the flower crown was placed on her head softly. "Oh, um-"

"Beautiful. It suits you well," Orochimaru spoke softly as he felt a small smile pull on his features. Y/N felt the flowers on her head and giggled softly, suppressing her excitement. Then Orochimaru stood up, holding out a hand for her. "The two stopped arguing, so we should probably get going now."

"Thank you so much!" Y/N spoke as she was pulled to her feet swiftly. In the background stood a stunned Tsunade and Jiraya, who's jaws hung open and eyes widened.

"What!" They screamed simultaneously, clearly scared as shit. "Is that even Orochimaru!" "Why is he around my sister!" "He's gonna kill her!" "She's gonna go corrupt and kill me!"

"Anyways!" Y/N spoke up, ignoring the worried yells from her brother and the blonde. She turned towards Orochimaru as she reached into a pocket of her kimono, pulling out a little necklace. It had a black string around a little purple gem in the shape of a heart. "Here! I like to work with healing gems and such so uh...this iolite might help you in your mission, hehe."

Oro examined the necklace for a moment, then took it. He examined the heart shaped gem, raising a brow. "You made this? It looks lovely," he stated as he put it around his neck, over his outfit.

"Yep! I sorta like to make things for people a lot so uh...I found a few gems and made things outta them, heh heh. This one is supposed to ease people's minds and bad habits. It might not do much, but I believe it will!" Y/N boosted in her sweet voice, reaching back into her pocket for other necklaces. There was rose quarts, honey calcites, and a painite. "I made a few of these this week, actually."

"Woah!" Tsunade came over, examining the works. "Can I have one?"

Jiraya walked over, hissing, "hey! She's my sister, I should get one!" Y/N giggled and rolled her eyes playfully, handing them both a necklace. As the two put their's on, Y/N hugged her big brother tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you! Be safe, okay?" She whimpered. Jiraya chuckled at her concern, patting her head.

"I'll be fiiine. Don't worry, sis!" He replied as he hugged her back. When they pulled away, Y/N faced Tsunade and Orochimaru, bowing to them.

"Stay safe. I hope we can meet again, you two!" And with a goodbye from those two, Y/N waved goodbye before walking off. When she left, a long talk about the younger girl was spoken from these three.

#orochimaru x reader #anime #shounen #reader insert #naruto x reader #naruto #naruto shitposting #innocent reader #orochimaru x you #orochimaru #orochimaru x y/n #wattpad writing #bad plot #bad writing

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someonewhowannadielol · 3 years ago

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pro hero! bakugou x newbie journalist y/n

here's a thought (not edited lol)

imagine journalist y/n, new at work, completely chuffed to finally work and be a big shot in the industry - only to blush and huff at her very first interview with the upcoming, new, pro hero Dynamight.

You had no reason to be this nervous, no reason to have sweaty armpits or clammy hands or stupid, invalid second thoughts about having chapped lips or your voice cracking. Be a girl boss, c'mon, you can do this shit, you got it, no biggie.

Oh, but you did have a reason to be this nervous. It was the man infront of you, his voice as deep and husky as it can get, the gleam in his eyes too red to be anything good, his smile - more like a snarl - giving you goosebumps.

Currently, you wish you could google a way to literally vanish because you were wedged in a tiny seat, way too close to the hero for you comfort - you could literally smell him, the undertones of burnt caramel, spice and testosterone making you rather lightheaded. Ugh, you hate all men.

Still, you manage to stutter your way, and every time you feel yourself slightly at ease, he simply nudges your shoulder or puts his hand on your thigh - an inappropriate act but none of the producers seem to mind, so why should you?

Oh, but, how could they ever expect you to concentrate on the interview when all you wanted was to jump his bones?

"So, Dynamight, what are your thoughts on the people who seem to criticise your, uh, well - harsh language?" You're proud you don't stumble over your words. Not much of an achievement, though, just something that's expected of you.

"They're just a bunch of fucking extras, no need to worry about them, Princess," he says leaning back in his chair, his skin under the shirt exposing more under the unbuttoned top part showing you a sliver of skin that you're not supposed to see.

"It's like your way or the highway, right?" you try to joke and elevate the tension, attempting to fake laugh bullshit your way because right now it felt like you were drowning under his unwavering gaze.

"Damn right, you should drill that in your pretty little head, y'know, for the future," he smirks, and you sigh.

You sigh because this is an absolute, utter disaster. Can this nuthead do or speak anything without swearing, being suggestive, or looking like he can't be bothered to be here. Finally the filming stage finishes and your co-workers assure you that their editing will, well, make the final product less... suggestive.

After a long day of more meetings, writing and arguing, you make it to your bed, the cool cotton sheets melting your tired body in as you don't even bother to change yourself.

Without a thought, you reached for your phone so you can finally open Twitter and start ranting about a certain blond hero and his lack of brain cells (and maybe get a chance to stalk him, after all it's only fitting to do so, right? Not your fault. You were just... curious?)

It's only then when you find a rather... unwelcomed note reading,

"070-XXX-XXX

You better fucking call me, Dynamight Katsuki,"

"Ugh, as if!" you shout in disgust, only to stop at the very last second because momma didn't raise no bitch.

No, no, no, you could use this. Well... this could be fun.

why is the bnha fandom so dead... yall literally dont comment 💔 please do im so lonely

so ��👉🏻👈🏻 tagging people who wanted a part 2 to the other thirst,,,, cause this is kinda? similar? idk I'm annoying u guys asked for it:

@blackgoddessworld @jazzylove @yand3reefr3ak @sailor-moons-butt @m779

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personasintro · 4 years ago

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My Tiny Secret | 20; First Steps

𝑴𝒚 𝑻𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 | 20; First Steps

⏤𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; Pretty face doesn’t make it up for an ugly personality. And Kim Seokjin is the perfect proof of that.

⏤𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seokjin x reader

⏤𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst, smut, fluff, mistress au, unexpected pregnancy au

⏤𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: strong language, mature content

⏤> 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒙

The birds' chirping creates a calm melody, outstanding the sounds of kids laughing and crying that reach your ears. Even the blanket underneath your legs feels soft, softer than usual and you wonder if it's made from one of those expensive materials. Surprisingly, Seokjin was the one who packed everything and you left him to it.

It's nice to see him doing such a normal stuff, especially if it's related to you and your son.

“It seems busier than last week.” His voice resounds, your eyes snapping to him as his legs are spread out with arms holding him in a relaxed position. Those black locks that got longer are thrown back, making his forehead on full display along with his thick brows.

He looks so relaxed, wearing a white casual shirt with jean shorts, something you should've got used to by now, but you still find yourself occasionally stare at him.

You're not even sure how, but your Saturdays have been spent in a park nearby your apartment building for the last couple of weeks. You often went alone, making sure you're not stuck in your apartment all day, sometimes Hoseok tagged along with you as well. Surprisingly, Seokjin comes every Saturday without even making any official plans with you, knowing he's about to spend the whole day with you. Well, with Yoojin.

It became a silent routine.

“It does,” you hum, eyes trailed on Yoojin who crawls up to the tree you're sitting underneath. It creates a perfect shadow in this warm weather. “He's so active these days.” you say as you already panic when he starts to standing up, holding the tree with his small hands.

He can stand for a long time now, but he's too careful to hold onto something and not let go. Yoojin's puckered lips stretch into a huge smile, proudly showing himself to his parents as you clap in praise, not holding a smile back. He grew up so fast, you can't believe how many things have changed since he was born.

Seokjin comes to visit more often, he even sleeps on the couch sometimes since the guest room is slowly renovating to Yoojin's new bedroom. You both went shopping together and bought him a new crib, along with a few different decorations and furniture. The memory of the two of you walking with Yoojin in his stroller seems weird, but nice and comfortable. For the first time, it felt like you're a real family, spending some time together.

He's an intelligent man managing a successful company on his own, with no help whatsoever, however building a crib isn't his strong suit. Stubbornly, he insisted on being the one who makes Yoojin's bedroom for him. You've never seen him being so passionate about something, so you let him. Even if it took him a month, but you silently enjoyed every day he came after work struggling in that room, ending sleeping on the couch.

It feels nice to have him there. He's more open, casually talking with you about your day, but mainly has his focus on Yoojin.

You've met his friend – Kim Namjoon. As you've learned, he accidentally found out about his best friend having a child, thinking it's all gossip. But when he burst into Seokjin's office with a single question if he has a kid and his friend didn't deny it, he knew those gossips were true.

According to Seokjin's words, he bugged him about wanting to meet Yoojin for a whole week, until he had no choice but to say 'yes'. Before Namjoon came to your apartment, Seokjin made sure you're okay with the visit of his friend, the same thing he did when his father came to visit for the first time.

You didn't have any reason to say no, Yoojin is his son as well. A part of you wanted to meet his friend anyway, which happened to be a very polite and kind man. It made you shocked that he has such a nice friend, you were expecting someone similar to his personality. The visit was far more enjoyable than that time when Mr. Kim visited. You even saw Seokjin to crack a few smiles and chuckles, not the dark ones you're used to, but honest and happy ones.

“He's Kim,” he points out proudly, smiling at Yoojin who grins back at his father, still holding to the tree. “He has your smile.” he comments, your head snapping to him before you look at Yoojin.

“Really?” you cock your head to the side, trying to find your similarity in your son.

He's a mixture of you both, although he definitely takes after Seokjin's side more. You're not mad at it, his father is handsome, there's no lie in that.

“Yeah,” he hums, his phone vibrating inside of his pocket as he pulls it out.

You see his wife's name on the display, but he just locks the phone and ignores the call.

“You can speak to her, y'know...” you mumble, watching your son instead as he squats down to admire dandelions.

“I know,” he assures you lightly, “I don't want to.” he admits and you don't let a surprise to be known on your face.

The conversation dies there, both of you watching your son as a way to distract yourselves, that's until Seokjin opens his mouth again.

“I'll divorce her,” he informs you, his tone firm as his hardening features. “For Yoojin.” he adds, glancing at your son that touches the top of dandelion and giggles when it bounces.

“That's nice of you,” you tell him softly, heart warming at the progress he's made. “But, are you sure? Is that what you want?”

You don't mean to doubt his decision, nor you feel some kind of triumph that he wants to divorce his wife. It was never a competition for you and you feel sorry for the woman, whether she's a bad person or not. You're not the one to talk, nor is Seokjin. All of you made mistakes along the way that got you where you are right now.

“I thought about what my father said,” he confesses, your mind drifting to that time he told you what he and his father talked about. It took his some time to open up, but when he finally did, you couldn't be more proud of him. “I think he's right. Besides, I don't see any future with her.”

“If that's what you really want, I'm on your side.”

Seokjin catches the smile you give him, eyes glinting with honesty and his heart does a weird twist at seeing you like that. You're wearing a yellow sundress, youth and happiness radiating from you and he wonders what's the reason behind your happiness. Is he a part of it too? Is someone else behind it?

“Thank you,” he says, tone sounding almost unsure of what to say, and you giggle when you see the puzzled look. “I don't know how she will take it, knowing her she'll throw a fuss. She seems to be furious whenever I come back to the house. I think I'll leave the house to her, maybe she'll be less furious when I break the news to her.”

It seems like he's thinking out loud more to himself, than telling you all this stuff, but you appreciate it nevertheless. It's weird hearing him saying house instead of home.

“I can still pay for the rent, I've got my maternity leave every month,” you suggest, ignoring the raise of his brow. “I don't need your money, Seokjin.”

“Debatable.” he mutters, causing your brows to twitch in irritation.

“No, I don't need it. I'm thankful for everything you're doing for us, but I don't need your money.”

Sighing, he scratches his chin as he looks at you. “I'm sorry,” he apologizes, your mouth falling open but you stay quiet. “Let me do this for you. And Yoojin.”

“I am, but I don't want you to think I need your money. Yes, you make our lives easier but I'm not your wife. I thought you knew that.” Your voice fades away, but the disappointment in it stays as Seokjin groans underneath his breath.

“Shit, I know that,” he curses, voice thick with regret. “I'm not good with words. I've never done this before and I've never met someone who didn't try to fuck me over. It's hard for me to trust someone and you're the first person-- I'm sorry. I know you don't need my money, you made that clear from the day one.”

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you let it go before you give him a soft smile. Confusion is clear on his face, probably thinking you were about to curse at him but he's just met with your smile.

“What?”

“Hm, nothing,” you hum, causing him to roll his eyes in annoyance. Well, some things haven't changed. “I just.. thank you for being so open, I think. It makes me understand you better.” you tell him honestly, seeing him look away as he plays with the grass next to him.

Is he blushing?

When he looks back at you, his eyes trail somewhere behind you before his eyes widen. You follow his vision, eyes mimicking Seokjin's expression as you see your son standing, without holding himself. He giggles and stumbles, but still doesn't reach for the tree next to him.

“Oh my god, he's standing!” you chant, clapping like a crazy woman which makes your son giggle.

“Where's my phone?” you hear Seokjin mutter, before he's snapping a few pictures of your son.

“Come here, pumpkin. You can do it, come here!” you call to him, arms outstretching as you silently call him to your embrace.

He frowns, complementing on what to do but when you clap again and call for him, he smiles. He takes a step forward, and you push the squeal that wants to rip out of your throat away, not wanting to scare him as he slowly starts walking towards you. He's wobbling, his chubby legs barely holding his balance, but he doesn't fall this time. From the corner of your eyes, you see Seokjin pointing his phone to Yoojin, recording this moment with a huge smile plastered on his lips.

“Come to mommy!” you call for him, giggling when he's almost in your embrace, loosing his balance but you're quick to catch him, causing him to giggle. “Good job!” you praise him, kissing his cheeks as you hug him closer to you.

You've never felt so proud, like this very moment. Seokjin's eyes are filled with a rare emotion, something you've never seen on his face and you wish you could snap a picture of him right now. He reaches towards you, caressing Yoojin's back as he gives him a set of praise words.

“Go to daddy,” you tell him, making sure your son is standing as he stares at his father.

He moves away, crossing his legs as he outstretches his arms the same way you did. He's smiling, eyes glistening as he wonders if his son will walk into his arms like he did to you.

“Yoojin-ah, come on. Come here.” he calls out to him, your eyes watering when he starts taking a few steps to his father, grinning at him as Seokjin starts to scream in encouragement causing you to laugh.

You've never heard him being so loud, full of joy and you pull out your phone, taking a lot of pictures as he picks up your son, bouncing him in his arms as he starts kissing his face repeatedly. It makes your son erupt into a fit of laughter, his bubbly laugh outstanding from other children's ones while you're wiping your tears, too stubborn to look away, savoring this moment.

[9:23pm] hobi: wait... he looks... happy???

The message makes you giggle, covering your mouth with the blanket before your fingers work their way onto the screen. You've sent him the video of Yoojin walking, along with the pictures you managed to snap of Seokjin kissing him.

[9:24pm] he does, i've never seen him look so happy

[9:24pm] hobi: that's good, right? is he treating you okay?

He never fails to ask the same question every time the two of you talk, but you know he's just looking out for you. And besides, today was nothing but great.

[9:25pm] yeah, he's really trying hobi

He sends you a couple of emojis of confetti, clapping hands and fireworks which makes you snort. Your giggling is interrupted with a soft knock on your bedroom door. Knowing it's Seokjin, you call out a gentle 'come in' before he opens the door. His head is the first thing that appears, as he cutely looks around noticing Yoojin's crib where he's sleeping.

He was supposed to sleep in his new crib, but he somehow didn't want to let go of you, even though he fell asleep almost immediately.

“Can I come in?” he asks you, cautiously staring at you and catching a glimpse of your exposed legs.

Slowly, you sit up and nod in response. He tries to be quiet, making his way towards the crib to check on Yoojin before he sits next to you. The fresh scent of his shower gel that he brought one day to your home lingers on his skin, his hair slightly dampened after he took a shower. He's wearing a loose shirt and some sweatpants, to stay decent. You know he likes to sleep naked most of the time, or at least that's what you always thought after he fell asleep a few times in your bed – back in the time when you messed around. He always made sure to leave after you both had sex, but there were times when he had a couple of drinks and stayed the night. But you never felt the warmth of him the next morning, no sight of him.

“He fell asleep right away. I think we tired him out.” you whisper, pointing at your son's crib as he chuckles.

“He had an eventful day.” he comments, his voice gentle and quiet not to wake him up.

He's right. After you both packed your stuff and put it into the truck of Seokjin's car, you went to eat ice cream and walked around for a few minutes, before it was time to go back home. Seokjin took a bath with Yoojin, playing with him in the water and you left them there, and cooked dinner.

“Can't sleep?” you ask quietly, making out his features thanks to the moon and opened blinds.

“Yeah,” he mutters. “Can you? I heard you giggling.”

“Oh, it was just something Hobi sent me,” you wave your hand, silently watching him in the darkness.

Luckily, Hoseok visited you more often, even when Seokjin was present and even though the atmosphere is awkward most of the time, at least they don't want to rip each other heads anymore.

“Thank you for taking us out today, Yoojin was so happy.” You feel the need to tell him that.

He's not a kid who needs to get praised at every single good thing he does, yet you want to show him your gratitude. He's been involved in Yoojin's and your life more with each passing month. Maybe it's weird but you feel like a family. You raise him together, even though Seokjin officially doesn't live with you, but he's spending most of his time with you. This actually works nicely, way better than you've ever imagined.

And the littlest smile that ghosts his lips whenever you show him your gratitude doesn't go unnoticed, even though he tries to hide it. It's the same one that's hidden by the darkness in your bedroom.

“Were you?” he asks, head tilting towards you, although you can't see his eyes clearly.

“Huh?

“Happy,” he whispers, “Were you happy?”

You're taken back by his question. Does he really care about your happiness? You can't believe your own ears. You knew he's not such a bad guy as he makes himself out to be – hence all the gestures he's done for you, like sending you money and making sure you live in a nice place. There are a lot of things he's done, nice things that made you even more confused by him. But he's never been so straight forward. Until these recent days.

“Yes,” you answer him, “Were you happy?” you ask him back, watching his broad shoulders as he stays quiet for a moment.

“Yes.” he whispers, turning to you and you automatically smile at him, not even sure if he can properly see you.

“I'm glad, I don't think I've ever seen you happy.” you admit, wondering if you're pushing his buttons too much.

“I don't really show emotions but I don't think I've ever been happy. I kind of just... lived.”

The lamp that slowly creates in your throat makes you painfully swallow, your heart shivering of sadness from hearing those words. He says it lightly, although the meaning behind it is sad. You put your hand on his back, caressing his tensed muscles as you scoot closer to him. He's warm, inviting almost and you hate yourself for craving his touch.

“Are you happy now?” you hesitate to ask, but relax when he doesn't seem too tensed from your question.

Slowly, he turns around, your hand falling off his back as he stares at you. It's hard to see his eyes, but you know he's looking at you. He reaches towards your face, caressing your soft skin as his thumb swipes across your lips. Your breath hitches but you don't dare to look away or flinch, it feels too good to do that.

“I'd like to think that I am.” he answers.

It's something about the tone and the way he says it, making it sound painful yet smooth and joyful. He's a one big mystery you were always trying to solve, but if he's not the one opening himself to you, it's pointless. But you see it now. So many things have changed and you get to know a new side of him, each layer he has, almost every day.

You don't know who moves the first, maybe the both of you at the same time, as your lips crashes together in a soft and slow manner. It's been so long since you've felt those lips against your own, enjoying how perfect they feel. As expected, he takes over the kiss, leading you the entire time as you adjust to his pace. It should be embarrassing how quick he has you squirming in your spot and groaning into the kiss, whenever he pulls onto your bottom lip. He cups your face for the better measure, while the other one holds your neck and fuck, how amazing it feels.

Even when your back meets the softness of your mattress, and your neck Seokjin's lips, you know you're utterly fucked. He hovers over you, kissing every sensitive spot which makes you giddy over the fact, he still remembers what makes you moan and clench around nothing.

His thigh is settled between your legs, and when he lightly nibbles onto your weak spot with his teeth, you automatically grind against him. He shushes your moans with his mouth, leaving your mouths connected before has to pull away after a couple of seconds.

“Jin,” you plead, arms hooked around his neck as you pull him closer.

The chuckle that leaves his mouth is shushed, but very audible to your ears as he nudges your nose with his own. “What do you want?”

Of course, he knows what you want from him. He just likes you to say it, even beg for it.

“You,” you whisper, arms traveling down his broad shoulders making its way to his defined chest and abs. “I want you.”

“Is that so?” he hums, nudging your cheekbone with his nose this time. “Are you sure?” he asks when he receives a few set of nods in response.

Your hand trails down, cupping him through his sweatpants, surprised when it's the only clothing separating his length and your hand. What shocks you the most, is the obvious erection poking underneath the thin material and how just the feel of it makes you aroused.

“Naughty,” he comments, pushing away the groan that wants to escape past his lips, clenching his jaw when you stroke him. He sits back on his knees, motioning for you to sit up and you obey, letting him taking off your loose shirt.

Now that you think about it, it seems like it's one of Seokjin's shirts he forgot here. If he noticed such a little detail, he doesn't comment it and softly lays you back down. You bite onto your lips, feeling his palm against your breast, groping the soft flesh.

“So big,” he hums, noticing how bigger they seem and feel ever since you got pregnant. Surprisingly, he leans against your chest, sucking on your nipple as he licks it a few times.

Your palm slaps against your mouth, silencing all those moans and soft groans. He does the same thing to the other breast, coating it with his saliva as he trails down onto your stomach, kissing and licking your skin.

You haven't thought about having sex for a long time, there was never a proper time to think about such thing. You've spent all your time taking care of Yoojin, that the thought of another man and your intimate life was the least of your worries. There were times your hormones would act up, and you craved for someone else's touch. Your mind often drifted to the man that's enveloping your body with his mouth, no matter how many times you've reminded yourself that he's not right for you.

You were so busy trying to be the best mother you could be, that you never really thought about having sex after nine months you gave birth. You got in shape, although your body is not what it used to be. Your breasts got bigger and you still got some fat on your stomach and thighs. And for this very time, you're lucky there's a darkness in the room and Seokjin can't tell all the stretchmarks that failed to disappear.

His hand disappears between your thighs, chuckling when he notes you've no underwear. “Naughty girl.” he chuckles, circling your opening teasingly as you bite onto your lower lip.

It hurts, but you've to keep your mouth shut if you don't want to wake up your son.

“Can you...” he trails off, your mind clouded with lust before you realize what he's asking.

“Yeah.” you answer, giving him the green light as he slowly pushes a one finger inside of you.

It feels weird, almost as if it's the first time you ever experienced this particular touch. Although, it doesn't take you too long to get used to it, hips bucking into his hand as you plead him for more. Surprisingly, he doesn't insist on begging, listening to you as he watches your body squirm in pleasure. He pumps his fingers inside and out, grazing your walls before he scissors them, penetrating you.

“Fuck, you got so tight.” he groans, pumping his fingers before he kisses you.

He barely used to do that. He barely kissed you during sex, and if he did, it was always harsh and rushed. This seems to be slow, but intense at the same time.

You've heard so much stuff of women getting even tighter after they gave birth. You weren't sure if that's true but if Seokjin can tell a difference and he's telling the truth, you guess all those articles were right. Woman's body is something amazing. It goes to its original state even after bringing a human into the world.

He adds another, silently shushing you when you whimper.

“I know, gotta stretch you out,” he whispers, pushing onto your clit with his thumb while his fingers continue to fill you up. “Have you had sex after you gave birth?”

There's a possibility he feels unsure, but he doesn't stop and continues with his movements as if he's not asking you such an intimate question.

Would he be angry if you said yes?

Would he become possessive all over again?

“No,” you whisper, clutching the sheets between your fingers. “You're my first.” you tell him, and you wish you could see his reaction more clearly. This way it seems he barely reacted, although he goes down to bite onto your collarbone which leaves you gasping.

You clutch his shoulders, frowning when he's still fully clothed. “And you?”

“You mean, if I had sex after giving birth?” he snorts, causing you to roll your eyes at him before you groan both in annoyance and pleasure.

“You know what I mean.”

“Then the answer is no,” he tells you, mouth pressed against your ear, so you can hear him clearly. “I haven't had sex with anyone else.”

“That's hard to believe.” you choke out, when he adds his fourth fingers making you breathe through it with a scrunched face.

He gives you the time to adjust, halting his movements. “I didn't. Believe it or not, I've found it hard to find someone else. Not that I was really looking for someone.”

It's the honesty that makes you pause, your heart hammering even faster and you wonder if he can feel it too with his chest pressed against your own. Before you can question him, your curiosity getting the best of you, he's already pumping his fingers again. Deciding you want to feel him, you hook your fingers underneath the hem of his sweatpants, hand disappearing into them as you finally grab him. He groans, surprised by your bolt move, as you slowly pump him.

You were right. He's not wearing any underwear, making it easier for you to access him. He feels just as thick as you remember him, the weight in your palm causing you to clench around his fingers.

“I need you.” you whisper, clearly enough for him to hear because you see him pulling away, staring at you.

“Don't you wanna cum? It'll be easier for me to--”

“I'm sure,” you interrupt him, pulling your hand out of his sweatpants. “Take your clothes off.” you tell him softly, surprised when he actually listens to you without any side remarks.

The loud thud of his clothes makes you both freeze, waiting for Yoojin to wake up but you barely hear the soft puffs leaving from the crib, before he goes back to you. You sit up, pushing him to lay down as he stares at you in confusion. There's not much place or time to actually speak, you're both aware you have to be quiet. Maybe you should just move it to the living room, but there's something thrilling about having sex knowing you've to keep your mouth shut.

“I wanna ride you.” you whisper, already sitting down onto his abdomen, his hardened length poking you into your ass.

“Holy fuck.” he grunts, hands gripping your hips before you lift yourself up, enough to grab his length and make yourself more comfortable.

His head pokes your entrance, your walls clenching just from the thought of feeling him stretching you, as you slide him up and down. Your other hand is outstretched onto his defined abs, feeling how tense they're. You know you're teasing him, but he doesn't say anything and simply lets you take the lead.

Maybe it's the understatement, knowing you're about to have sex for the first time since Yoojin was born. Or maybe he just got a lot more understanding, appreciating current situation. You'd never have thought it'd come to this again, even though your dreams have been wild these couple of months.

Slowly and cautiously, you slide down onto him, your mouth opening at the sudden stretch and burn that his fingers couldn't do. This way, he reaches you even deeper and he's not even halfway in. He's groaning, doing an awful job to contain the pleasure, while you whimper with each inch that you take him.

This has to be difficult for him too. If he's really telling the truth, which you believe him, he haven't had sex for a long time.

Oh, if you just knew he's minutes from spilling himself like some teenager.

Maybe it's just that exact reason, him not having sex for a long time. Or it's you and the way you feel around his length, making him throb inside of you as he twitches when you finally take all of him. A few seconds of adjusting yourself to his huge length, and you're already bouncing on him. Your arms failing you, your body falling onto Seokjin's chest as he holds your body even closer, meeting your thrusts with his hips. He's fucking into you, taking the control even though you're the one on top. He envelopes you in his arms, making you feel closer to him than ever.

You can't describe it, but this time it's different. It's not just sex full of lust and pleasure, there's something else there. You know you don't love each other, but there is a certain kind of chemistry going between you two. Instead of fucking you so hard trying to chase his own pleasure, his movements are quick but still soft. It might sound stupid or ridiculous, but it feels lot more closer. Like there's an actual connection between you two, and it's not just from the fact he's inside of you.

“Fuck, Jin, I can't--” you whimper into his neck, silencing your moans as he starts to fasten up.

“Come on, cum for me. Let me feel you.” he grunts into your hair, digging his fingers into your back and hips as he urges you to cum.

With a few more thrusts, you're cumming around him as your whole body shakes, but he's there to hold you through it.

”Shhh, you did so great. You were amazing.” he shushes you, his length twitching inside of you, reminding you of its presence and need.

You slide off him, settling yourself between his legs before you take him into your mouth, hand gripping the rest that you can't take. Bobbing your head and stroking him with your hand, you feel his fingers grabbing your hair. Swiping your tongue and repeating the same process couple of times, causes him to let out a low growl as he's spilling himself into your mouth. He twitches in your mouth, emptying himself and when he's done, he sighs.

You let him go with a pop sound, swallowing all of his cum as you sit down onto your knees, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“That was... fucking amazing.” he breathes out, his rigid breathing filling the bedroom.

The sex itself wasn't the longest you both had, but it was intense and probably the best one. Something's telling you he thinks the same thing as he seems to be far more affected than ever.

“Yeah,” you chuckle, agreeing with him as you stand up.

“Where are you going?” he asks immediately, already leaning against his elbows as he watches you in the darkness.

“To take a shower,” you answer, stating the obvious while a surprised 'oh' leaves his mouth. “Can you please watch Yoojin?”

He coughs, nodding his head remembering that you can't probably see him that well. “Sure.”

You go take a shower, smiling giddily for the whole time the water splashes onto your body, ignoring the little jumps your heart does every time you replay what has just happened. When you're done, Seokjin takes his turn to take a shower while you can't fall asleep. Staring at the ceiling, you're surprised when the bedroom door are pushed open. You don't move, nor close your eyes as you feel him getting into your bed. You don't comment it, nor does he. You're not even sure if he knows you're still awake and you wonder what's been going on in his head again.

What made him to come here and sleep next to you?

Nevertheless of your raging thoughts, you find yourself relaxing when you feel a warm body next to you. Small part of you wishes he'd pull you closer, letting you feel his warmth properly.

But even without that, you manage to fall asleep in a minute, enjoying his proximity and warmth while it lasts. And for the first time, you wake up next to him peacefully dreaming and sleeping in your bed.

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Chapter 75 - SBT

Here it is!

"Mundy?"

The van was empty and silent. Mundy had shut the door a few seconds ago and Lucien was left there on the bed, naked, sore and his cheeks still wet from his sobs.

"Meow?"

Outside of the van, Mundy was walking in the empty and dirty street with nothing on but his underwear. The cold of the winter night was biting his very bones but he didn't care. The few homeless people he met gave him looks but him? He didn't see them.

"Meeow?"

"Huh?"

Perle had sat in front of him on the pavement.

"Meow?"

"I'm lookin' for some bins…" Mundy walked around her and passed her.

"Meow?" She asked.

"I think I'm gonna throw up…" Mundy put a hand on his stomach. He saw a bin and ran to it. In his rush, he knocked it out and fell to his knees. "Oh, bugger…" He coughed and panted. He felt as nauseous as he could be but he didn't throw up.

"Bloody hell…" He sat down against a wall and took deep breaths to calm himself down. Perle brushed herself on his legs before she stood up on her back legs and brushed her mouth on his. "I think… I think I went too far… I thought he wanted me to get more… Y'know…"

He looked left and right in the street.

"Sort of… Go harder…" He blushed. "But he ended up in tears…"

"Meow?"

"Yeah, I heard him sniff and cry, and… When I asked him what was wrong, he just asked me to go away and he curled onto himself, y'know, like he said he used to at night, when he felt really bad." Mundy sighed. "I think I might have… Forced him… Without really wanting it, I mean, please Pearl, you have to believe me, I always said to him that it was ok to stop if he wanted, at anytime…!"

Perle sat against his thigh and started purring.

"Gosh… What have I done…?" Mundy let a hand sink on his face, from his brow to his chin, deforming him as it went down. "I'm… I'm horrible…"

He stood up and walked, wrapping his arms around himself to shield his body from the cold. The pavement was ice cold now and his feet burnt with each step.

"I'm a monster… I'm a bloody monster… I'm worse than an animal, I'm… I should turn myself to the police or somethin'."

"Meow?!" Perle exclaimed.

"Look," He crouched down. "What would Soot do if he did the thing with you and forced you? How would you feel?"

"Meow!" She answered and trotted away.

Mundy followed her, mindlessly.

"You left the hubby with the kids?"

"Meow."

"You should go back to them, they're gonna miss Mum."

Perle didn't answer and stopped walking in front of a door.

"What is it, baby?" Mundy's teeth started to chatter seriously.

"Meow…" She raised her paw to the door and Mundy raised his head. It was a clothes' shop.

"Baby, I can't just get it and take what I want… I need money and stuff is closed now, it's the middle of the night."

"I can show you how to pick the lock but it won't be necessary."

Mundy turned his back and Lucien was standing behind him, accompanied by Soot and the kittens. He was carrying a bag. His hand dived in and he got some clothes out.

"Let me help you, you must be freezing." Lucien took a step forward but Mundy backed off. The Frenchman frowned. "What is the matter?"

"W-what? You serious? I… I forced you into all this and… Don't get close to me! No, not another step. I'm a monster…"

"What are you talking about? You forced me to do nothing!"

"Why were you cryin' then? You didn't say anythin' and just curled up in bed! I was terrified of what I had done!" Mundy exclaimed.

"Can't a man cry of the sheer force of pleasure?!" Lucien yelled back at him and Mundy's eyebrows jumped.

"What…?"

The Frenchman shook his head and took advantage of his lover being astonished to dress him up.

"Here… Tee-shirt… Jumper… Raise your leg… Merci… Other one…? Merci… That is for trousers… Now, coat, scarf and hat. Boots…? Parfait!"

[Perfect!]

"But…?"

Lucien took Mundy's hand and they started walking back to the van, followed by the herd of fluff.

"I was crying because I felt decades and decades younger… I felt like I should have discovered these things so much earlier…"

"Why didn't you say anythin'? I was dead worried!"

"Because I was overwhelmed…" Lucien tightened his grip on his lover's hand. "I… Let us get inside the van and I can tell you more."

"Right…"

"Are you warming up? You must be freezing!" Lucien asked.

"I'm bloody… frozen…"

"Come here." Lucien removed his coat and wrapped it around his lover. "Give me your hands…" He removed his own gloves and helped Mundy to slip them on.

"Y-you got… Tiny… Fingers…" He said, between his chattering teeth.

"Would you rather I took the gloves back maybe?"

"N-no, please…" Mundy hunched his back and melted when Lucien stuck his warm hands against the gloves, sandwiching the poor Aussie's fingers. "Gosh… I-I'm sorry…"

"Ssh, save your strength."

A few minutes later, they found themselves in the van, on the sofa. Lucien wrapped Mundy tightly in his blanket and prepared a barely warm cup of herbal tea. He opened his clothes' cupboard and looked left and right.

"Ah! Here… You should wear these, let me help…" Lucien kneeled down and slipped Mundy's feet in the socks he had taken from the cupboard. "Voilà… Your feet will warm up nicely, let me turn on the heater and… parfait."

[Perfect]

"Love?"

"Hm?"

"Come sit next to me, please."

"Do you mind if I stay standing up? Or maybe lie on my side?"

"Sure, whatever you want."

Mundy opened his arm to welcome Lucien in his blanket fort. The Frenchman used his lover's lap as a pillow and lay down on the short sofa, folding his legs and curling in a ball.

"Meow…!" Perle and the entire fluff family entered the blanket fort too. She laid next to her Papa's head, on her Dad's lap while the rest of the fluff found warm spots under the blanket to curl up and pur.

"Perle? Cats…?"

The lady cat purred and stared at her Papa lovingly, her pupils as wide as they could get.

"Look at her, she looks at you with more love in her eyes than when she looks at Soot…"

Lucien smiled.

"Drink slowly, Mundy. It isn't too hot as the last thing we want is a thermal shock." Lucien explained.

"Thanks… But yeah, tell me." Mundy took a sip. Lucien looked up at his lover.

"I feel strange… Well, not only I can't sit down but…"

"You can't sit down?" Mundy repeated. "Why?"

"Well, can't you guess…?"

Mundy frowned but he understood it and his eyes snapped wide.

"Oh… Uh… I guess I didn't spare ya… I'm sorry…" He sighed and looked away.

"Mundy…?"

"I felt like a monster because I thought I forced you to do things you didn't want… I-I was gonna throw up so I went outside to get some fresh air and a bin. Found the bin but fell on it and I only managed to gag on empty air, nothing wanted to come out…" He closed his eyes. "I-I'm…"

"Mon loup…" Lucien raised his hand and caressed his lover's cheek. "You forced me to do nothing. As I said, I was just overwhelmed and… I… I needed a bit of time and a lot of you but… You ran away so…" Lucien's hand slid down on Mundy's face and his chest. "I got dressed and ran after you. I didn't know where you would go so I asked Soot and the kittens. I followed them blindly, hoping that they understood what I had told them. In the end, I found you and Perle. But Mundy, please, I insist. I felt heavenly tonight."

"You sure?"

"May I confess something?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't need your hand on me to reach the seventh sky of pleasure. Your body did a marvelous job and… It felt so pure and raw… So blissful… I could not contain my tears."

"You didn't cry because I hurt you or…?"

"Again, non, absolutely not… I feel so… complete now, with you. Mundy, it was my first time on the receiving end and, as I said before, it was a luxury I could never afford with anyone else."

"You wanted to do it that much?" Mundy asked.

"Well… I never really realised how good I could feel but it was a problem of trust more than anything else."

"What d'you mean?" Mundy put the empty cup away and slid his fingers through Lucien's long hair.

"However people like to describe it, I have always felt as if it was a position of weakness, a position of least… manhood, if that makes sense."

"Hm, I get it."

"But it didn't feel that way with you." Lucien went on. "Non, not at all. I felt… safe, unlike I've ever felt before. This is why I couldn't hold back my tears, it was something too… pure. I…"

"You what, love? Tell me, please…"

Lucien frowned.

"I abandoned myself to you, of my own free will, I decided to let go of everything, relax, and…"

Mundy put his hand on Lucien's bearded cheek.

"You can tell me anything, get it all out…" His thumb brushed him gently. Lucien closed his eyes.

"... And I let myself… Be taken… By you…" Lucien wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and buried his head in his abdomen. "I just… I surrender to you, Mundy, I… I'm yours."

"Love…? C'mere…" Mundy pulled him up and laced his arms around him. "Can you sit or does it hurt still?"

"It hurts a bit but I need your arms, I need you…" Lucien straddled his lover's thighs and Mundy pulled him against his chest. "What about you? Are you heating up?"

"Yeah… Especially with you against me now…" Mundy answered and kissed Lucien's head in his hair. "I love you, gorgeous… What you just said to me… I… I'm not even sure I understand how strong it is, I mean… I've seen you fight, I've seen you torture, I've seen you cry. I know how proud you can be and uh… I-I'm outta words… Thank you so much." He tightened the hug and Lucien felt the Aussie's fingers dig into his sides. "Thank you so, so much."

"Mundy?"

"Yeah, luv'?"

"Can we go to bed, please?"

"Of course, anythin' for you, Lu'."

Lucien raised his head that had been leaning against Mundy's chest and the Aussie left a quick kiss on his forehead. The cats went to their bed. But they had grown such that they didn't all fit there. Perle and Soot laid there, the male spooning the female and bathing her, while the young ones stayed on the sofa. They stuck to each other to better keep their heat.

Mundy let Lucien climb first and followed him.

"Please, lie first, I want to lie on you." Lucien asked.

"Sure."

Mundy laid on his back and Lucien laid on his stomach, on top of the Aussie. Their legs mingled under the blanket and Lucien snuggled against his lover.

"Mundy?"

"Yeah?" He laced his arms around Lucien, brushing his silky hair between his fingers.

"How… How was I? I mean, from your point of view?"

"You're the best… Well… The best person I've ever done that with… I mean…"

"Were there a lot of people before me?" Lucien asked.

"Uh… Didn't keep count y'know… But quite a few, yeah?"

"What about men?"

"Never felt too much for blokes. They feel nice. But none of them were… I mean… I didn't like more than what I got from them if that makes sense."

"Was it the same with women?"

"Not exactly. It felt more normal with women, less weird. But… Still, haven't found one I could really be myself with."

"What do you mean?" Lucien was peppering silent and prude kisses in Mundy's neck. His hand slithered on Mundy until he laced his fingers between the Aussie's.

"They always saw me like a bit of a… special bloke, I guess. Y'know, with the van, no fixed home, the adventurer's look… They always take me for a kind of vagabond that lives nowhere and yada yada… None of them ever saw me like a normal man you could have a decent conversation with. It was shag'n go in the end."

"Hm."

"You remember the first few conversations I had with you, when I didn't know that you were Lulu?"

"Oui, of course."

"The conversations I had with you even back then meant more than anything I had said to those sheilas."

"Really? You never had a meaningful conversation with a woman before?"

"Nope, never happened with a man either. You're the first one. Even with friends it's never happened."

"Mon Dieu…"

"I guess you had friends and stuff? People you can talk about whatever's on your mind. Or maybe you kept it to your man or woman of the night, hm?" Mundy scratched Lucien's scalp like he would with Perle.

"Actually, not at all."

"What, then?"

"Mon loup, I… I never really had friends. I had colleagues, superiors and targets. That was all I ever had."

"Oh…"

Lucien closed his eyes. Laying on his lover was so comfortable that it started to bring him sleep.

"I… I never confided my thoughts to anyone, ever. I never could. When you are a spy, it could cost you your life."

"So you never had deep conversations with anyone? What about Mary?" Mundy asked.

Lucien was purring under his lover's hand.

"I did share a few things with her, of course… But…"

"But what?"

Lucien sighed.

"But now that it is far behind me, I regret it."

"Why?"

"It could have killed her. If I loved her truly, I shouldn't have lived with her, I should have kept my distance and waited."

"Waited for what?"

"For my mission to end. Then I would have cleared up my name, my reputation, and would have started anew as I am doing with you. That way, there would be no chance that my past would run back at me, or at us."

"Lu'... I get it but uh… In the end, it didn't matter. I mean…" Mundy was uncomfortable. Mentioning Mary, or talking about her didn't feel right. He didn't know how to approach the subject in a way that wouldn't hurt Lucien.

"I understand, Mundy. And you are right. In the end, it didn't matter. But still, it is a mistake that I regret."

"I'm sorry, luv'. I wish I could do something."

"You can."

Mundy's eyebrows jumped.

"Tell me."

"Hold me close."

"C'mere, sweetheart…" Mundy laced his arms tighter around his lover and as Lucien moved his head against his, Mundy kissed his cheek repeatedly. "Love you… Love you so much…" His hands slithered down Lucien's back to his behind that he took in his palms left and right.

"Aah-! Mundy, please be gentle-!"

"Oh, bugger, yeah, of course, sorry, sweetheart, I'm sorry… Didn't mean to hurt you." Mundy slid his hands up to Lucien's back again. "Let me know if I can do anythin'. Are you comfy layin' on me on your belly?"

"Oui… I am even falling asleep on you…" Lucien's voice was indeed started to sound like it.

"Oh, sorry, luv'. Let's sleep. Love ya."

"Hm?" Lucien protested.

"What?"

"Kiss me goodnight, please."

"Alright, gimme yer lips, then."

One lapping sound. It echoed in the van and they fell asleep after that.

-- Next day --

"Lu'... Lu', stop it with your hair… Let me sleep…"

Gosh this man could be clingy…

"Rrrrr…"

"You even pur now?" Mundy opened his eyes and realised that Perle had invaded his bed. "So it's really Perle this time, huh?"

The meows answered, relentless and he felt four paws treading softly on him. Then, two started to knead his upper chest.

“How did you end up here anyway, eh? You climbed?”

“Meow.” Perle answered.

“Right, right, let me get up." Mundy climbed down his bed and started his morning routine.

The Aussie dressed up and made some coffee.

"Mh? What's this?"

A piece of paper left on the kettle.

"Mon amour,

When you wake up, please take Perle with you and come join me at this address:

101 Queen Victoria Street.

Bring your beautiful eyes and soft smile.

Lovingly,

Your Lu."

He smiled. Lucien's handwriting was elegant and smooth without being feminine at all.

"Hold on… What's that smell…?" Mundy put the paper under his nose. "His perfume…" His smile widened.

"Meow?"

"Yeah, it's your Papa. Gotta go to that address." Mundy gulped down the rest of his coffee. "Come along, baby."

"Meow…!"

Perle went in front of her Dad and stood on her back legs.

"Want a kiss?" Mundy crouched down and let her headbutt him but she actually climbed on him. "Oh… You want me to carry you?"

She purred as Mundy held her like a baby between his arms.

"Look at who's bein' spoilt rotten, eh?"

She raised her arms and her head to him and he dived down to kiss her.

"Love ya, fluffy baby…"

"Meow…"

"Love you so much…"

They exited the van and Mundy headed in direction of the address mentioned on the paper. Perle laid in his arms for part of the journey but she climbed up and settled across his shoulders and upper back.

"You're really big now, baby, look how hunched I have to be to carry you…!"

"Meow!"

"Nah, of course you don't care. Love ya."

She purred louder.

"Look, we shouldn't be too far now. I know Queen Victoria's street, there's a few shops and a few houses in between but… Oh, there we are, look who's been waitin' for you."

"Meow!"

As soon as she saw Soot, Perle started to move on her Dad's shoulders.

"Here, baby, there you go." Mundy crouched down and she elegantly dropped to the ground before trotting to her companion. The herd of young cats emerged out of a dark red door. Mundy looked up.

101.

The door was ajar. He gave a few knocks.

"Uh, hello?"

"Come in, mon amour!"

Mundy pushed the door completely open.

"Lu'...?"

The house was quite empty. Mundy stepped in and the cats trotted inside, discovering the place much faster than the Aussie himself. He took his time. The floor was wooden, the ceiling, quite high with a few quite humble lights. All the walls were painted.

"Lu'...? Where are you? What's all this?" Mundy hesitated to go too deep inside.

Lucien's head peeked out of a doorframe.

"Welcome home, mon amour."

Mundy's eyes snapped wide and his jaw dropped.

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